Taking Carol

Chapter 34

CHAPTER 34 Backyard Games

When henry was given a chance to service a Mistress, he always knew that they
wanted quick, efficient relief rather than a prolonged teasing session. For
that, they always, unerringly, used females. What he lacked in subtle technique
he could make up for in pure lustful eroticism and oral energy.

Tawny had opted to use him after she cropped the tender thighs of their latest
capture. Karen watched as henry attacked her delectable pussy with gusto.
Absorbing the thoroughly enticing cacaphony of their mingling cries, moans, and
grunts, she thought of amy. Where was amy? She should have completed her tasks
and presented herself by then.

Karen looked around the back yard until she found a spare brick behind the
masonry grill. There was no need to damage the goods. If the sailor hung from
his wrists much longer he could end up worthless. So, she carefully placed the
brick directly under him, knowing he would stand on it to take the pressure off.
It was a pity that he could only stand on it with one foot at a time. No need
to coddle them, she thought.

Karen left Tawny to enjoy what was sure to be a noisy orgasm, and made her way
back to the house. She entered the rear door to the garage and found lizbeth
and slut properly secured to the back wall as she had instructed. Both
continued to suffer the effects of the aphrodesiac cocktail they had secretly
been dosed with. That was made obvious by the way they were desperately
rotating their hips and squeezing their legs together in vain attempts to
satisfy the overwhelming need they were suffering.

pig had been chained to the eye bolt in front of it's hut, and was lapping water
out of it's bowl with that cute little mouselike tongue. amy had apparently
given it a couple of apple flavored treats, as there were a few crumbs on the
concrete floor next to the food bowl. She patted pig on it's smooth head and
quickly ran her hands over it's body to ensure it remained accustomed to such
inspections. She presented her thumb to pig's lips and felt it being welcomed
and accepted into the little, suckling mouth. The creature's eyes were bright
and it seemed attentive despite the hours it had spent strapped to the table in
the guest bedroom. The ink mural that adorned and darkened the back half of
it's body was truly exquisite, and could not be appreciated in only a few
minutes of observation. Tawny was right, this creature would make a wonderful
living artform. Karen looked forward to the final result, but that would be at
least half a year away. She pulled her thumb out with a pop and moved off into
the house in search of amy. The last thing she needed would be to find amy
involved in some inappropriate behavior. She mentally prepared herself, then
moved stealthily toward her bedroom.

amy was there, carefully folding Karen's panties for placement in her suitcase.
She had been crying. "What's the trouble, little one?", Karen asked. She was
genuinely concerned. It was not at all like amy to cry. Despite her diminutive
size, she was the toughest of Tawny's household coterie.

"This humble servant is sad, M'Lady."

"Oh? Why?"

"This humble servant will miss M'Lady."
Karen was touched. She loved amy, too. She was a special slave, one worth
coddling. She knelt beside amy, hugging her close. "Poor thing. I'll miss you
too, but I'll be back in a few months."

"Yes, M'Lady.", amy replied sullenly.

Karen guided her down, turning her until her head rested in Karen's lap. She
looked up into Karen's eyes, then quickly looked away. Karen appreciated the
degree of risk the young girl had just taken in violating the prohibition
against direct eye contact. Had her mood been different, it might have become a
very, very bad day for amy. Of course, she couldn't let it pass. "When I do
come back, you'll need to be punished for that.", Karen whispered soothingly.